Fic prompt: (pre Caskett) Beckett has a steamy dream about Castle and can't stop thinking about it either while they're at work or when he's over at her place or both idk lol you pick.
Just a little one from Tumblr because it seems to be doing well so I thought you guys might like it too.
Dreaming...
She blushed as soon as he stepped off the elevator.
That was when she knew she was screwed.
She had woken in the early hours of the morning to the sound of his name leaving her lips, panting and covered in a layer of sweat that did very little to cool the flush of her skin. It took longer than she would care to admit to regain her bearings and calm the racing of her heart.
His hands on her, the warmth of his breath against her neck and the kisses he trailed down her body; it all had felt so real that even the ice cold stream of shower water couldn't erase the sensation from her memory.
She had worked too hard to get him off her mind. And now here he was, walking toward her with his signature smile and a coffee, just for her, throwing all her hard work completely out the window.
She could feel the ghost of him pushing against her, breathing down the back of her neck, his fingertips brushing against her skin leaving a trail of goosebumps. She could hear it so clearly; the way he spoke her name, his voice so breathless, dripping with lust.
She gave in - just for a moment - closing her eyes, and she could see it, too. Their bodies, a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs as they moved in perfect synchrony.
The sweet smell of vanilla and coffee brought her back to reality, followed by the smooth sound of his voice.
"Good morning, Detective."
She opened her eyes, looked toward his seat.
"Everything alright?"
She swallowed, hard.
No, everything was not alright. But she wouldn't tell him that. No, this was one secret she would take to the grave.